Chapter 1
It was a Friday i was in class, usually a time where kids throw spitballs at Mrs Acello, “today” she said “we are going to start a project! You are going to do a story off of a book character! And no comics”the whole class let out a loud groan then the bell rang and we ran outside“chose someone who really speaks to you!`` I
ignored her and walked out,I look at my phone and see the time for a DJ show i want to go to, crud it’s starting soon so I ran over there and watched for a while.
Then i glanced over and saw a group of girls..girls who I knew very well,girls who ruined my life,in the front was the leader..Courtney she’s tall,skinny,and just a perfect little Princess,behind her was the twins Millie and Melody,two well kept brunets who did whatever their queen wanted..and behind them an old friend..Abigail or better known as Abby,she was anxiously fiddling with her hands
..she’s so fake,i decided to just leave so they wouldn’t bother me,
when i go outside i see a museum,there is some kind of lightning inside “what the -” before i finish my sentence two figures fall out of one of the windows and land in the garbage bins, I yelp and look back then forth then i walk closer and closer I look in and I feel my whole body go cold. There were two body’s in there.
I stifle a scream and fall back. “Oh my god it’s two fucking corpses should i call the police!? What do i do?!” I hear a voice “you lost little lady?” I spin around to see a man standing there “n-no” I respond, i notice from his swaying that he’s drunk he walks over and stares at me he grabs my arm “you sure?” “let me go!” I scream
He points a gun at my head, i freeze solid “this is it” I thought “im gonna die” I close my eyes and brace for the pain. I feel my arm being let go,
and i hear a gunshot i open my eyes to see the man with a blood stain on his shirt he falls to the ground i hear see another man in front of him holding a kind of pistol “are you alright miss?” “yea im fi-” i stop, i stare, the man from the trash can is alive and he is kinda dressed weird almost like those guys who-
the other person sits up brushes himself off and says”nice shot Watson but you need to work on your timing” i blink “wait...Watson?..where have I heard that name?...”I mumble“well” the man replied, “It’s a better shot than you could ever do Sherlock” I suddenly realize who these men are,next thing i know my face meets the ground
